"It acts as if 'twas goin' to storm hard as ever and this shed ain't the most--what did you call it ?--sociable place in creation, in spite of the lantern.
If we could only get inside that house--" Winnie S.interrupted.They could not see him, but there was a queer note in his voice.
"Get inside!" he repeated.

"Get into THAT house this time of night! Well--well, maybe you could, but I wouldn't do it, not for nothin'.

You better wait in the shed.

I'll be back soon as ever I can." They heard him splashing along the road.

Then a gust of wind and a torrent of rain beating upon the leaky roof drowned all other sounds.
Emily turned to her companion.
"Auntie," she said, "if you and I were superstitious we might think all this, all that we've been through, was what people call a sign, a warning.